Beso De La Muerte
W.M.T.I.D Lyrics


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Mis automaticas salen y rraaaa van a decir
Mis enemigas y yo juntos vamos a sufrir solo dios va prevenir primero quien se va murir
Aqui no hay paz si putos me desean destruir
Listo pa la guerra pa poder sorrevivir
Uno tres 4 plomos es lo que les va venir
Vine de lo bajo para arriva es imposible
Que regrese a lo mismo ahora soy business
Busie motherfucker getting money fucking bitches
No more washing dishes I'm just getting back my wishes
All this hating asses behind the net blowing kissies
Soy un pirata sin barco solo quiero whisky
Botella oro plata puro cerebro y pinky
Paper cissor rock nobody cant stop me winning
Rifo 13 y me culio a 18 igual que krillin
Ustedes solo quieren un pandillero en crisis
No les gusta ver un pandillero en cobarta
Ahora todos hablan porque vuelo todo el mapa
Aqui los descuadran porque no saben de raza
Pobresa humildes siempre represento causa
Listo pa la guerra para cualquier amenaza
Ahora en la barra tomando mi flor de caña
Escuchando el pasado porque aun sigue presente puertas de la muerte habran para los chapetes
Vamonos bien recio que ya ando un poco necio
Vienen por mi wesos pos aqui le pongo precio
Vergasos y balasos para todos los babosos
Pura sangre buscan no la arman con malosos
Calles desmadrosas y personas peligrosas
Truenan las pistolas sueltan balas desastrosas
Pinche vida loca aloca mas el que provoca
Muerte ya esta serca para ver a quien le toca
Siempre bien alalba porque aqui nadie se salba
Cuidate tu solo porque ya nadie respalda
Muchos drogadictos andan de caga palitos
Ese pinche vidrio ya los tiene bien flakitos
Pipas alumbradas mentes andan bien nubladas
Asen pura feria con las bolsas ya tumbadas
La calle alocada mucha gente probocada
Odio con temor ya la fusca esta cargada
Unos cholos malos solo cuando probocados
Otros siempre malos porque andan bien drogados
Pandillas en el mundo ya metidos bien profundo
Guerras activadas en el medio de un segundo
Somos objetivos poreso somos agresivos
A la verga el govierno con todos sus motivos




Puertas de la muerte muchos lokos con el cuete
Viviendo en el infierno se acabo la pinche suerte

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of W.M.T.I.D's song Beso De La Muerte, which means Kiss of Death in English, speak largely about violence, danger and the life of street gangs or 'pandilleros'. The lyrics are written in Spanish and are deeply rooted in Latin American culture where pandillas or gangs have been prevalent for a long time. In the song, the singer speaks of his enemies and how they are going to suffer together, but emphasizes that ultimately only God knows who will die first. He also speaks of his readiness for war and how he needs to fight to survive. The lyrics also touch on themes of poverty, drug addiction, and a general feeling of hopelessness and despair.


Throughout the song, the singer uses powerful metaphors and imagery to convey a sense of danger and violence. For example, he talks about guns firing off "disastrous bullets" and how death is always lurking around the corner. The singer also speaks about the government and how it is not capable of helping people like him and his gang. The lyrics paint a gritty picture of life in the streets and it's clear that the singer believes that violence and aggression are the only ways to survive.


Line by Line Meaning

Mis automaticas salen y rraaaa van a decir
My guns come out and they'll speak volumes


Mis enemigas y yo juntos vamos a sufrir solo dios va prevenir primero quien se va murir
My enemies and I will suffer together and only God will determine who dies first


Aqui no hay paz si putos me desean destruir
There's no peace here if haters wish to destroy me


Listo pa la guerra pa poder sorrevivir
Ready for war in order to survive


Uno tres 4 plomos es lo que les va venir
One, three, four bullets is what they'll receive


Vine de lo bajo para arriva es imposible
I came from the bottom and going up is impossible


Que regrese a lo mismo ahora soy business
I won't go back to where I started, now I'm about business


Busie motherfucker getting money fucking bitches
Busy motherfucker making money and having sex


No more washing dishes I'm just getting back my wishes
I'm done washing dishes, now I'm fulfilling my dreams


All this hating asses behind the net blowing kissies
All these haters behind a screen, sending virtual love


Soy un pirata sin barco solo quiero whisky
I'm a pirate without a ship, I just want whisky


Botella oro plata puro cerebro y pinky
Golden and silver bottles, pure brain power and intellect


Paper cissor rock nobody cant stop me winning
Rock, paper, scissors, nobody can stop me from winning


Rifo 13 y me culio a 18 igual que krillin
I bet on 13 and ended up with 18, just like Krillin


Ustedes solo quieren un pandillero en crisis
You only want a gangster in crisis


No les gusta ver un pandillero en cobarta
You don't like to see a gangster in control


Ahora todos hablan porque vuelo todo el mapa
Now everyone talks because I'm spreading all over the map


Aqui los descuadran porque no saben de raza
They misunderstand us here because they don't know our race


Pobresa humildes siempre represento causa
I always represent the humble and poor cause


Listo pa la guerra para cualquier amenaza
Ready for war against any threat


Ahora en la barra tomando mi flor de caña
Now at the bar drinking my rum


Escuchando el pasado siempre sigue presente puertas de la muerte habran para los chapetes
Listening to the past that still remains, doors of death will open for the weak


Vamonos bien recio que ya ando un poco necio
Let's go hard because I'm feeling a little crazy


Vienen por mi wesos pos aqui le pongo precio
They're coming for me, so I'll set a price on their heads


Vergasos y balasos para todos los babosos
Hits and bullets for all the fools


Pura sangre buscan no la arman con malosos
They seek pure blood, not troublemakers


Calles desmadrosas y personas peligrosas
Chaos on the streets and dangerous people


Truenan las pistolas sueltan balas desastrosas
The guns fire, releasing disastrous bullets


Pinche vida loca aloca mas el que provoca
This fucking crazy life is even crazier for those who provoke


Muerte ya esta serca para ver a quien le toca
Death is near, to see who it will touch


Siempre bien alalba porque aqui nadie se salba
Always vigilant because no one is safe here


Cuidate tu solo porque ya nadie respalda
Take care of yourself because no one has your back


Muchos drogadictos andan de caga palitos
Many drug addicts are in a bad place


Ese pinche vidrio ya los tiene bien flakitos
That fucking glass has them all messed up


Pipas alumbradas mentes andan bien nubladas
Lit pipes, clouded minds


Asen pura feria con las bolsas ya tumbadas
They make pure money with the bags of drugs


La calle alocada mucha gente probocada
The wild street, many people provoked


Odio con temor ya la fusca esta cargada
Hate with fear, the gun is loaded


Unos cholos malos solo cuando probocados
Some bad cholos only when provoked


Otros siempre malos porque andan bien drogados
Others are always bad because they're high


Pandillas en el mundo ya metidos bien profundo
Gangs in the world deeply rooted


Guerras activadas en el medio de un segundo
Wars activated in the blink of an eye


Somos objetivos poreso somos agresivos
We're targets, that's why we're aggressive


A la verga el govierno con todos sus motivos
Fuck the government with all their reasons


Puertas de la muerte muchos lokos con el cuete
Doors of death, many crazies with guns


Viviendo en el infierno se acabo la pinche suerte
Living in hell, the fucking luck ran out




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Written by: Anthony Arauz

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